Please give today to support Hymnary.org during one of only two fund drives we run each year. Each month, Hymnary serves more than 1 million users from around the globe, thanks to the generous support of people like you, and we are so grateful.
Tax-deductible donations can be made securely online using this link.
Alternatively, you may write a check to CCEL and mail it to:
Christian Classics Ethereal Library, 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546
| Text: | Psalm 120 |
| Author: | Isaac Watts |
Thou God of love, thou ever-blest,
Pity my suff'ring state;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest
From lips that love deceit?
Hard lot of mine! my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.
O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong:
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!
Should burning arrows smite thee through
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Thou God of love, thou ever-blest |
| Title: | Psalm 120 |
| Author: | Isaac Watts |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1806 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Slander, deliverance from it; Complaint: of quarrelsome neighbors; Contention: complained of (3 more...) |
My Starred Hymns
My FlexScores
My Hymnals
My Purchased Files